Six days of logging roads, mining trails, and old abandoned paths in the northern Sierras. Continue reading
Located on Hong Kong’s rural Lantau Island, Tai O is a flagging fishing village with — surprise — a healthy bike culture. Continue reading
6:45 am. At anchorage off of Isla Isabel. Continue reading
Despite the swearing down below, I felt only a curious calm, bobbing on our becalmed boat in the purple twilight. Continue reading
¨”You know it´s all mountains that way, right?” Peter said. I replied, “Yup.” Continue reading
My buddy Owen stayed in many a Casa Ciclista during his ride from Buenos Aires back to Oakland. He described the casas as “living rooms” for local cycling communities. These are places for cyclists to gather, hang out, fix bikes, host cyclotourists, and foment bike revolution. The Casa Ciclista in Guadalajara is run by GDL … Continue reading
A fawning tribute to Mexican food, despite its hazards. Continue reading
The collectivos pile up on the main drag out of Chihuahua. Big sturdy buses with chrome grills and color wheel paint jobs. Driver takes my fare and make change from a selection of coins on the dashboard. He is talking on the phone. He is eating corn on the cob. He has opened the door … Continue reading
The road to Batopilas from Creel used to be “la ruta de aventura.” The descent to the floor of Batopilas Canyon from 2000 meters in Creel is legendary. But when I checked in at Tres Amigos adventure tours, I was told that the road was under construction. It was being paved, and while it had … Continue reading
The yellow cur hit me with 90 pounds of fang. I fell on my ass and scrabbled backwards. The dog flew at me again but was choked back, chained to the bar of the cabana. I had ridden to the pleasant little beach of Tecolote, at the tip of the La Paz peninsula, after a … Continue reading